Thursday, December 20, 2007

Yeah, I know. I'm a derelict mother for not providing this healthful support to my child's well-being in the past. So sue me. And call Child Protective Services. It wouldn't be the firsttime.

Anyway.

We bought vitamins, and we each got our own bottle. It was really an exciting moment, but difficult at the same time.

You see, Missy Roo is very petite for her age. At 13, she barely tops 4-foot-8, towering under all her friends, and only recently was excited to discover that she had reached 80 pounds.

She also is an athlete (her cheer coach tells me she is nationally ranked, but I haven't a clue how she figures that) and therefore very fit with an eight-pack (yes, she counts them).

Anyway (again).

Is she physically an adult? No. But she r.e.f.u.s.e.s. to take any kind of medicine she has to chew (she learned to swallow pills at a very early age), so children's vitamins are kinda out. Which left me reading all kinds of vitaminly labels and scratching my head.

Aw, screw it. We finally just picked one. And a generic one at that.

Then there was me. Why, yes, we could have bought one kind for the two of us. Why do you ask?

But no.

I am a woman "of a certain age."

And that "certain age" means there are "certain things" that don't work quite as well as they used to.

Roo sounds about average height and weight for a gymnast. We're used to Na being one of the smallest girls at her level, and with her huge growth spurt this year she is now the tallest. I've had other parents telling me, "Naomi is soooo tall!" That really makes me laugh. She's about Roo's height and 5 pounds less.

I thought you were 38 like me. I guess I am discombobulated too. WOW! Look at that word, it's huge...discombobulated. I don't think I've ever written it before. Of course, I still haven't written it, I typed it.

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I'm a working wife and mom, married 9 years to the Wonderhubby. My five kids (yes five) are 31 (Drummer Man), 28 (Drama King), 22 (Z-man), 22 (J-Bear) and (gulp) 18 (the Roo-girl). What was I thinking? Oh yeah, I was thinking that I love my life, my kids, my world. Right now, I'm dealing with the end of high school and the start of college years (eek!), new drivers, rebellious twentysomethings, my emptying nest (cry) and letting go. Email me at jsongbird4(at)aol.com